The next morning, the first rays of the early sun shone in front of Tushanbao's palace, and the five of them came to the door neatly dressed.

"Wow......" As the door of the temple opened, the four people who had just stepped into the hall looked at the various rotating wooden stakes inside in surprise.

There are dozens of wooden stakes of different shapes, large and small, and this side hall has been neatly divided into two areas.

The area on the left has eight wooden stakes, enclosed in a circle, each with four branches protruding, each containing an iron rod.

In the area on the right, there are eighteen wooden stakes, divided into two rows of nine stakes, and the branches protruding from the stakes can move up and down, left and right.

Bi Fan stood in the center of the hall, looked at the few people who came, and explained, "The left area is used to exercise the physique, with the wooden stake as the point, and it is divided into eight positions, also known as the Bagua Array."

The area on the right is used for exercising the body, it is two rows, a total of eighteen wooden stakes, each stake tentacles have four, a total of seventy-two, the activities of each tentacle are chaotic, what you have to do is to perfectly avoid all attacks."

"Brother Bi Fan, what are we going to do to temper our physique?" Hao An asked.

Bi Fan pulled down an operating wooden pole with his right hand, and the left area was activated, only to see the iron rod ruthlessly swing down, and the stone slabs on the ground were all smashed, "What you and Wei Chang have to do is to use these thirty or twenty iron rods with hands, feet, legs, arms, and even heads, no matter what method is used, try your best to 'bear' all the attacks."

The word "hiss......" was really terrifying for him to hear, Hao An gasped, this iron rod was about to catch up with the thickness of his wrist, and he would not be crippled with a stick, but also carry all the thirty-two iron rods, Brother Bi Fan was joking with their lives.

"Of course, there are wooden sticks next to you, if you are weak and can't stand the iron sticks, you can replace them with wooden sticks, but the sticks are easy to break, and after this device is damaged in the future, you can go to the back mountain to cut wood and fill it in," Bi Fan added.

After all, it was a bit too harsh for Hao An and Wei Chang to use the iron rod at the beginning, and Wei Chang was only the strength of the sixth order of refining the body now.

Hao An smiled awkwardly, this wooden stick was enough for them.

"Okay, today is the first day of cultivation, let's start" Bi Fan said and pulled down the stake again, and the area on the right was also activated.

The sound of wooden sticks and iron rods hitting the floor or waving them in the air made everyone look at each other, and no one dared to step forward.

It's scary to look at this formation, let alone try it yourself.

"If we want to get ahead, we have no better choice, today we are comfortable in this martial arts academy, tomorrow we will be trampled under the feet of those so-called geniuses, stepping into the martial arts academy, for us from the first martial arts academy, there is only one choice, that is, to make ourselves stronger, there is no shortcut to this road, even if there is, it is not left to us.

Others have deep backgrounds and rich cultivation resources, and they can rely on these to embark on a comfortable martial arts path.

And these things, we didn't, the day we stepped into the martial arts academy, I think you all saw it, others say that we are dirt buns, they can directly humiliate us, not because of how noble they are, what they rely on is that the fist in their hand is harder than us, and they are sure that they can knock us down.

I think the rest is clear to everyone. Whether we are weak or not, we have to show it, not to fight with others, to fight with others, or to fight with others, what we have to do is to defeat them in the future righteous and bright assessment, so that they, all the people who look down on us, and let the Martial Arts Academy see that we have the strength to step into the Martial Arts Academy and have the ability to stand in the same place with them.

It's not what we say, it's how we do it."

Because they are afraid of practicing and have been enjoying comfort, they can only be looked down upon, and if they want to win the respect of others, they must first have the strength to make them recognize.

"Next, I will demonstrate again, but what I have done is not the only answer, everyone has their own way of cultivation, and use the best way for you to accomplish what I have accomplished, the same path, and the ultimate goal is to practice."

Bi Fan slowly walked to the area on the left, and rushed out with a brisk step, and at this moment, the green tendons on his body burst out, and his powerful physique was also revealed.

At the same time, as the body stepped into this gossip formation, thirty-two iron rods smashed down indiscriminately.

"Ah......h

clang

There was a dull sound, Bi Fan's robe grinned, and his outstretched arm collided directly with the iron bar.

"Drink" snorted, only to see that the arm directly stopped an iron rod, but there were more than a dozen iron rods down the way.

Bi Fan stood in it, raised his arms, and directly caught the iron rod that was ruthlessly swung.

More than a dozen iron rods fell, and everyone looked at it in pain.

The iron rods that had been stopped bounced up again at a pause, ready to fall again.

At the same time, more than a dozen other iron rods whistled in, and the sound of breaking wind hummed.

Bi Fan suddenly held his hands on the ground, his head down, his ~ legs facing up, and bent inward, and the bent little ~ legs formed a straight line.

The rods fell, clanging, like rods striking on top of them.

It was directly blocked like this.

Everyone who watched was a little moved, the power of the iron rod was terrifying just by looking at it, but what was even more terrifying was that the young man, who stubbornly caught the huge force carried by the iron rod, you know, if his physique is not so hard, he will definitely be bone.

The iron rods that had been blocked stopped again rose in an instant, and the same nine iron rods fell again without stopping.

Bi Fan saw the opportunity, shouted lowly, jumped up, and came out with one hand, faster than an iron rod.

Clang...... Buzzing......

With a crisp sound, half of the iron rod was directly cut off by Bi Fan's wrist, splashed out, and pierced into the floor on the side.

At the moment when he resisted the other eight iron rods with both hands, he used one foot to press his body, and his body pressed against the ground like a swallow skimming the water.

"If you can withstand such an attack, your physique will have reached a qualitative improvement, but this is not something that can be achieved in a moment," he said as he looked at Hao An and the others.

Everyone looked at Bi Fan a little demented~ dumbfounded, not knowing how he did it, but he was really strong.

However, it makes sense that he is strong, because he has put in a lot of sweat and even risked his life in his cultivation.

Qingya was inexplicably a little wet~ moistened her eyes, looking at the figure that blocked the iron rods just now, she realized how much the young man had paid behind the ridicule and abuse of others.

"Attention, see clearly" Bi Fan looked at the elegance of a cold voice, stepped into the area on the right, and walked like the wind under his feet, sometimes paused, sometimes stride, his body was as light as a swallow, thick and thin, steady and healthy, and avoided the beating of different wooden sticks one after another.

The body curls up freely, the steps are nimble, the arms are stretched out like an ape, and the stride forward is like a cunning rabbit.

After doing each area, you are standing in the distance.

"I'll come" Ping Chengyan walked out, but it was the first attempt, the moment he stepped out, the sound of breaking wind sounded in his ears, and his eyes flickered, although he was already sideways, but the wooden stick was still hitting his shoulder.

But he didn't stop and continued to step out.

Sou

The sound of a wooden stick slicing across the ground, three inches off the ground, swept across.

The soles of his feet touched the ground, and his body was not yet swept up, but he was hit again.

Hao An and Wei Chang didn't dare to fall behind, so they stopped in the left area first and replaced them with wooden sticks one by one.

Now they are at least the sixth order of body refining, and their physical strength is not very weak, but they can withstand the knock of the wooden stick on their bodies.

The practice in the morning was not smooth, the five of them practiced for an hour, and there were many bruises on their bodies, and Bi Fan just stopped.

I had found some medicinal materials in Taoshan before, and now the "Compendium of Spirit Grass" left by the divine doctor came in handy, and I got some medicine for treating bruises and stick wounds for everyone to smear.

"Today's first day of cultivation is a start, and I will practice for an hour in the afternoon, and then go back to rest," Bi Fan commanded as he looked at the injuries on several people's faces and hands.

Although he couldn't bear it in his heart, he couldn't stop practicing.

The five of them ate lunch, took a bite and grinned, they were good yesterday, but they were crippled this morning.

"Brother Bi Fan, I'm okay, I can practice for a while" Hao An looked at Bi Fan's expression and said.

He also knew that Bi Fan was for their good, although he had been beaten all morning, there were few places in his body that did not hurt.

But don't say it, after being beaten for an hour, he has an inexplicable illusion that if it continues like this, his physical strength will increase a lot.

"This is the first day, don't be too reluctant" Bi Fan said, and then looked at Qingya and Jia Xiang, "You two, practice for half an hour in the afternoon."

It's not that Bi Fan is partial, but the two have never suffered such a sin, and their own physique is weak, and if this continues, their bodies will collapse.

The practice in the afternoon was the same as in the morning, and some of them were even worse off due to injuries in the morning.

In the evening, Bi Fan fetched water and applied herbs to everyone, and worked until midnight, so that he had some leisure time.

The lights in the side hall are not very bright, and the whole store looks a little dim.

Looking at the shattered floors on the ground, the scenes of today's cultivation are still in my mind.

Standing here and watching them get hurt, he didn't want to, and hoped that everyone could get through each day well.

However, this is unrealistic after all, in the martial arts world, there is no comfort at all, and today's comfort will only make you lose badly tomorrow.

The martial arts world is a world cursed by martial arts, everyone has fallen under this spell, and martial arts has become a shackle that binds everyone, which he deeply understands.

His family was poor, and he suffered countless hardships, and once in order to practice, he tempered his physique every day, and his body was bruised, and he didn't tell his mother that he still had to go to the academy to practice as usual every day, and all his robes were worn out because of this, and were broken by the wooden sticks and iron rods.

However, he couldn't think of any way other than hard practice.

Any strength is not obtained out of thin air, but is accumulated by sweat and blood little by little.

"The path of a martial artist is not easy to walk, and I will still persevere, because it is my dream to become a martial artist."

In his heart, martial arts are not only an identity, but also a belief.

likes martial arts, and enjoys the transformation after tempering again and again.

In the middle of the night, the lights in the other rooms had gone out.

In the side hall, the sound of iron rods breaking the wind roared, and the floor was beaten to pieces.

Bi Fan's body was tempered again and again, gritting his teeth and sweating, and he didn't dare to stop.

To stop, it means to give in.

He wanted to break free from the spell and set foot in the place he longed for.

He wants to find a path of his own, even if it is a lot of hardship, it will never stop.